Monday, February 13, 2017

Bruce Gottman...Zombie Killer

G'day M8's one of the jobs I had in high school was working at a saw mill. Me and my brother both got hired as the nightly clean up crew and the man in charge of us was Bruce Gottman!

Now Bruce was something out of the stone age. A link between modern man to our more primordial times. He was skinny and lanky, but his body seemed hewn from granite. Walking stooped over he looked very reminiscent of Frazetta's image below...

Bruce would clean along side us for 8 hours, giving us the odd grunt here and there. Then go home drink a case or two of beer pass out, and do it again the next day. Not the ideal role model, but the primitiveness of that man is etched in my brain nearly 15 years later.

Which leads me on to my zombie hunter. Once I saw this guy from Copplestone Castings I knew I had to have him. He looked so much like Bruce too...bonus! Bruce always had wild crazy eyes, and a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. I tried to give mine the same look.

He looks like he just walked out of a truck stop, or finished an 8 hour shift a saw mill. ;)

I almost added a confederate flag on the jacket bought thought it might be to busy.

I've not statted him out or anything yet. I almost want to make him a werewolf or something. Who knows we will see. If you got any ideas do let me know in the comments.

He should be a perfect partner for my other zombie hunter I think they will make a good match.

If not I have I have her on the way.

Also I got some cheap painted scatter terrain off eBay for the streets Graveskul.

There is something very feral looking about Bruce. I like your idea of making him a werewolf. It seems fitting. Great paint job on him but I was even more taken with how you have painted that female Zombivore. She has turned out excellent. Finally, great batch of scatter terrain.

Bruce looks about as intelligent as a neanderthal. All I hear when I see that closeup pic is "Duurrrrp". Which is awesome! Wereboar would make more sense with a face like that, a face that only his boar-mother could love (And consequently abandon.)